When I told my parents the next day that I was planning to go out for a few more days, they were not sure whether they were alive or dead. They said they were worried that I would do something stupid. Even though I repeatedly promised that I would get home safely, they refused to let me travel until

I shouted: "Are you willing to force me to death?" Only then did the two old men let go of my hands and let me leave.

I haven't looked back, and I don't know why I have such a bad temper now. I'm only worried about two things now. One is Xiaorui's safety, and the other is my own safety. I don't know who is behind all this. Now

The only clue is the address written on the piece of paper. Although I'm not sure whether this will help me, it seems to be the only thing I can do at the moment.

It's not that I haven't thought about letting go. I had this idea a long time ago, but I found that since Erliang showed me the two letters signed by Chu Jiangshan and used that mysterious number to take me to the old house in the mountains,

As long as I want to give up, various people will appear around me, pushing me to move forward intentionally or unintentionally, and then more mysteries and more people will appear around me, disrupting my life. If I really want to go on,

Perhaps the only way to live a peaceful life is to thoroughly investigate this matter and completely eliminate the fear in your heart.

That address was in another city, which could be reached in a few hours by car. After leaving the station, I got into a taxi, reported the address and asked the driver if he knew it. I was still a little uneasy, because after so many years, this

The place might have been demolished a long time ago. If that were the case, I would have really lost the last clue.

Fortunately, the driver said he knew this place, which made me relieved, but the driver looked at me with a strange look and said, "What do you want to do here?"

I saw something strange in the master's eyes, and I thought for a moment, so I said casually: "I'm going to see a friend I haven't contacted for many years, and I don't have a phone number. I can only rely on this address, and I don't know if I can still find him."

The master said "Oh", I kept paying attention to the changes in his expression, and saw that he seemed to have something to say, but finally he endured it, so I pretended to be casual and asked: "Master, I am writing

For novels, do you have any legends here? It’s best to be scary, the scarier the better, because what I write is horror novels.”

My original intention was just to get close to the driver first, and then find out why he was hesitant to speak. After all, this address was a completely unfamiliar place to me, and it came from the small port where Chu Jiangshan put it.

Coffin, I always feel that this person at this address has some unclear relationship with Chu Jiangshan. It is always a good thing to know more about him. As for why this topic is used to open the way, it is purely due to professional habits.

But to my surprise, the driver immediately started chatting: "Then you are really in the right place. Go find your friend. He will definitely tell you many stories like this."

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt that there must be some story in it, so I asked: "Why do you say that? Master, why don't you tell me about it first? After so many years, I don't know if I can still find someone. If no one tells me,

When I tell these stories, don’t I enter the treasure mountain and return empty-handed?”

The master laughed a few times, showed a mysterious smile, and lowered his voice and said, "That place is evil. Many people have died inexplicably in the past few years."

Every city has such places that are said to be haunted, and the storylines are all similar. If it weren’t for the address and name on that piece of paper that were so important to me, I wouldn’t have known anything about such legends.

As a hobby, using some legends to write horror stories is already an old routine for me now.

But the person I was looking for lived in this place, which made me worried. I asked, "Can you please give me more details?"

The driver looked a little embarrassed, hesitated a few times, and said: "I don't know the details, but these people all died in strange ways. I heard that the looks on their faces were very scary, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.

."

I felt even more nervous and moved my body forward: "Can you be as detailed as possible, such as where these people died and what happened when these people were alive?"

The driver thought for a while and told me the places where several people had their accidents and some stories about the deceased’s life that were circulated outside. Finally, he said: “I don’t know what the facts are. Anyway, everyone says so, so I don’t know the truth.”

Fake."

My whole body stiffened, and I knew that what the driver said must be true, because I had seen these people, these things, and the way they died, in the stories about Chu Jiangshan.

It didn't occur to me that maybe the driver was also a fan of Chu Jiangshan and "bullied" me because I was an outsider, so he used stories from his novels to make nonsense of me. But I made insinuations and found out that the driver had no idea that there was such a supernatural being as Chu Jiangshan.

Novel writer, when I think of the diaries in the coffin and all the incredible things that happened to Chu Jiangshan that I know, I am sure that this time someone is not playing tricks. Chu Jiangshan's novel has once again become a death prophecy.

.

The Dream Club once provided me with some writing materials. I wrote a very good horror novel based on those materials. In the end, the things in the novel strangely became true in real life. This may also be said to be a horror novel.

It's a coincidence, but I have read Chu Jiangshan's novels, and they were all based on the diaries found in the coffin. It can be said that the person who provided these diaries gave Chu Jiangshan a beginning, and Chu Jiangshan created the ending of the novel. Now

All of these endings have become true.

I don’t know if the person I went to meet this time is still alive, and what kind of relationship it has with this matter. I was very preoccupied along the way, and I didn’t want to gossip with the driver. The driver was also very obedient and didn’t say much. After a while,

The driver stopped the car and said to me: "We're here."

I hurriedly looked up and looked forward. This should be a place that was planned to be renovated. Many houses had a circle drawn on the outer wall, and a big red cross was drawn inside. Many people should have moved.

I went out and looked a little depressed. When I saw the situation in front of me, my heart sank. I'm afraid the person I was looking for was gone.

I took out the money and handed it to the driver. Because I was in a hurry to go down and look for someone, I didn’t ask the driver for any change. The driver was very grateful and said to me: "If you really write ghost stories, as long as you are not afraid, you can do it."

Find a person here, I think it would be scary if you wrote about him."

Seeing the serious look on the driver's face, I became curious and asked, "What does this person do?"

The driver looked a little scared and said, "He can talk to dead people."

I said "Oh". In many film and television novels, there are people who are said to be able to talk to the dead. People call them "psychics". I saw them when I was a child, and my mother also looked for them.

Some so-called psychics tried to talk to my deceased grandpa, but in my opinion, those things were too fake. People with a little knowledge of psychology would find that what these people said were ambiguous, even if the driver said this

If people really have such incredible abilities, then what is there to be afraid of?

There was a hint of disappointment on my face, and the driver may have noticed it, so he didn't continue. I got out of the car and walked forward. The address on the paper was indeed the community in front of me. As for which house it was, then

I was the only one who slowly found it by myself.

The community is not too big. It was easy for me to find the address written on the paper. Because of the location at the back, this house has only one unit. The house has a total of six floors. I saw the stainless steel protective windows outside the first floor window.

There was still a picture hanging on it, and I felt relieved that someone still lived at the address I was looking for, but then I started to get nervous again, wondering if that person still lived here.

I pressed the doorbell carefully, and a middle-aged woman opened the door a crack, looked at me cautiously, and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

I laughed and read out the name written on the paper. The middle-aged woman said coldly: "You are looking for the wrong person. There is no such person." After saying that, she closed the door with a loud bang and struck hard.

, as if this is not the door to her house.

I touched my nose helplessly. The address on the piece of paper was not written in detail. It only said that it was the first floor, but it did not say whether it was Room 101 or 102. I turned around and knocked on the door opposite. I knocked twice.

Next, I heard a noise from behind and turned around, but the middle-aged woman opposite opened the door again, with a look of vigilance and impatience on her face: "That's my house too, there's no one you're looking for."

It seemed that maybe people thought I was a thief who was stepping on the spot. The situation was a bit awkward. I laughed a few times and said, "I'm really sorry. I came to see a friend of mine. I haven't contacted him in many years. He just said he was here."

First floor…”

The middle-aged woman interrupted me: "I bought this house before it was built. This is the first floor. There has never been this person you mentioned. If you don't leave, I will call the police."

I shook my head helplessly. It seemed that this trip was destined to fail. I said "I'm sorry" to the middle-aged woman, then turned around and walked back. After walking a few steps, I suddenly heard someone behind me saying "Hello"

I made a sound and turned around. It was the middle-aged woman. She saw me turning around and said hesitantly: "Are you here to find him?"

I was overjoyed. It seemed that there was something strange here. I rushed forward and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

A strange expression suddenly appeared on the middle-aged woman's face. She pointed to the ground and said, "We don't know his name either. He lives in the basement, but he is very strange. He always says that the basement is the first floor.

, but my floor is called the second floor by him."

I noticed that this woman said "we" instead of "I". Is this person very famous and many people know him? But I didn't have time to ask, because at this moment, I suddenly and inexplicably thought of Lao Chu
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